Classic Poem

HIS FAREWELL TO HIS UNKIND AND UNCONSTANT MISTRESS .

Sweet, if you like and love me still,
And yield me love for my good will,
And do not from your promise start,
When your fair hand gave me your heart;
If dear to you I be,
As you are dear to me;
Then your's I am, and will be ever,
Nor time nor place my love shall sever;
But faithful still I will persever,
Like constant marble stone,
Loving but you alone.

But if you favour moe than me,
Who love thee dear and none but thee;
If others do the harvest gain,
That's due to me for all my pain;
If you delight to range,
And oft to chop and change;
Then get you some new-fangled mate;
My doating love shall turn to hate,
Esteeming you, though too too late,
Not worth a pebble stone
Loving not me alone.